What If...Reality was Ending?

Py'ra didn't understand just what was wrong with the two new people in the room as they looked horrified and shocked at hearing her say her name.

'Likely hoped I was whoever this "Tigra" is. Which brings up the thought of someone looking just like the Princess of Half Moon enough to be confused with them. Should probably bring that up with Queen Seline so she knows to look out for a potential imposter.' She thought with a small frown.

Someone looking like a member of royalty could inflict serious accusations against the Kingdom of Half Moon should this person perform any crimes while looking like one of the potential rulers of the kingdom.

"Good joke," Glimmer started. "Now, we really need to focus on saving Reality, Tigra."

"Glimmer." Py'ra's voice grew irritated at this. "If this is a prank of some kind, a nickname would still be better than just getting my name wrong."

"Py'ra," Bow spoke, getting her attention. "Do you know these two?"

Bow gestured to the two women.

A magicat woman laughing in a high pitch manner.

A blonde hair woman smirking at her as she twirled a set of keys slowly while standing on top of a roof.

Py'ra withheld another wince at another inconvenient headache.

"Can't say that I do. Did you find them in the kingdom recently?"

That answer only seemed to hurt both of them, if the looks of horror depending said anything.

Which only caused a dull pain in T̵̅ͅi̶͔̔g̵̢̎r̵͑͜à̷̱ Py'ra's chest.

"Not exactly…" Bow rubbed the back of his head.

Py'ra narrowed her golden eyes, knowing that Bow rubbing the back of his head meant that he was about to say something that someone in this room wouldn't like to hear.

'Money on me.' She inwardly rolled her eyes.

Py'ra pinched the bridge of her nose with the tips of her black claws and closed her eyes.

"Just say it, Archer." She told.

She missed how everyone seemed to stare at her in shock and, in some, hope.

"Well, you see, we didn't find them…they found us."

Py'ra opened her eyes and raised a black eyebrow.

"You see, we couldn't remember them until they jump started a few memories that felt like visions." Glimmer spoke, completely ignoring Py'ra's other eyebrow joining in raising. "After remembering those memories, we got an entire lifetime worth of memories to remember. Compared to how I can't really remember anything past 3 days ago with total clarity."

Py'ra just stared at her with disbelief before annoyance.

"You mean to tell me, that these two showed up, talked to you despite neither of you knowing them and, despite what your common sense should have been screaming at you to do, you engaged them in conversation and now expect me to believe that you've known them for a long time. Despite the fact that I've never heard you mention, write, or complain about them in the 10 years I've known you?"

"We would have known each other that long?" Glimmer muttered.

"I'm going to guess even further that these two are the ones that Bridget was warning us about? The ones that knocked out Johnson in one kick and, in a roundabout way, may have threatened Uncle Micah?"

"Uncle Micah!?"

Py'ra looked worried now if her narrowing eyes and slightly turned back ears were any indicator.

"Glimmer, did they put you under a spell? We've been calling each other's parents Uncle and Aunt for nearly a decade."

Everyone could see that Py'ra's fur was slowly starting to rise as her tail started swinging slowly side to side.

Off putting to Glimmer and Bow, but the other two seemed to understand her posture, which was concerning on another level.

"Why are you here, Bow? Weren't you going to the library for some kind of First One record? That's mainly what you come around here for anyways. Glimmer's always complaining that you spend most of your time in the library instead of having fun with her."

"I'm not a Historian or Archeologist!" Bow suddenly exclaimed, seemingly out of no where.

"You planned on following in your fathers' footsteps." Py'ra pointed out. "You said you wanted to make them proud."

"Tigra-" Blonde spoke.

"Listen here, Blonde," Py'ra growled, feeling the need to take some kind of control over this strange situation. "I don't know who this 'Tigra' person is, but I'm not them. I am the daughter of: Rey Sol, a Princess of Half Moon; Vi'ra Shal, a Head Teacher of Half Moon Magical Academy; and Silva Brayz, one of Half Moon's most experienced Huntresses."

"So that's their names." The Magicat woman muttered, barely heard.

Py'ra pointed a black claw at Blonde.

"So stop calling me Tigra!"

Ț̵̃ī̵̟g̴͙̎r̸̂͜a̶̭̍ ̴͖̋|̵̉͜ ̶̪̏1̴͎̿8̷̨͆

̶̼͒

̶͍̔Ḷ̴̋è̴̥v̴̩͝e̴̮͒l̷̖̈́ ̴̠̂7̶̹͑2̵̬̉ ̷̝͝(̶̩͝5̶̠̀5̸͍́0̶̗͑5̶̻̓/̶̱̾1̸̺̓8̵̣̈0̷̠͘0̶̙̓0̶̻͛)̷͇̉ ̶̭̀|̸̻̕ ̵̨̈3̶͍̈́0̸͖̾.̷̐ͅ5̸̡̒8̸͍̽%̶̮͒

̴̫̿

̶͐͜H̶͓̀P̵̰͋:̵̱̌ ̵̛̗1̶̬̿1̴͎̔,̷̤̂9̴͎͝0̵̡̅0̷̖̿ ̶̫̈́|̷̰͘ ̶̧̋H̴̘̽P̷̝̄Ṙ̵̘:̷͎͝ ̶̱̑5̶̲̂3̶̡̃5̴̺̒5̶̩̈

̷̹̒M̸̯͠P̷̞̊:̶̗̕ ̸̕ͅ9̸̲̈́1̷̼̐2̴̠̓0̸͉̒ ̵̣͛|̷̪̔ ̵͙̇M̵̗̔P̸͑͜Ṟ̴͐:̵͔̿ ̸̛̼4̷̰̊6̴͎͗4̸̧̆2̷̮́

̴̪́Ṡ̸̗P̶̩̕:̷̯̓ ̶̙̚5̷̦̕9̴̝͆5̴̛̹0̸͕̓ ̸̡̐|̴͙̽ ̸̰́Ŝ̷̜P̶͔͌R̶̩̅:̵̤̌ ̴̰̏2̴̮͘6̷̘̓7̷̗̂8̴̗̊

̶̼͗

̶͇̆S̸͈̍T̷̯̑R̶̗͌:̵͍͂ ̶̧̚1̷͖̀6̷̧̛5̸̠̇ ̸̛̖|̷̳̈́ ̵̠̓D̷̫͐E̸͚̍X̸̛̲:̶̟̒ ̵̦́7̶̃ͅ9̵͉̂9̸͙̎

̴̼̎C̸͙̃Ò̴̬Ņ̶̚:̷̦͘ ̴̨͑5̵͖̐9̵̦̃5̴̢̄ ̸͖̇|̵̝͊ ̷̗̐Ì̴̩Ñ̷͇T̷̠̓:̵̭̒ ̶̨̛4̸̟͌5̴̺̚6̶̮͆

̷̝͒Ẇ̶̳I̴̫̚S̴͍̈:̸̢̀ ̷̩̉3̶̼̓4̴̼̓4̵̞̈́ ̵̼̈́|̶̼͘ ̴̭̃C̵͎̀H̷̫̀Ȁ̷͇:̵̢̑ ̸̡̿1̴̺͐5̸͍̽4̷̢̂

…

T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra held her head at the annoying headache that kept coming back, only making her mood even worse.

For one reason or another, Blonde and the Magicat Woman seemed to realize something as she held her head.

"Blazing headache." Py'ra muttered. "At this rate, I'll need to receive migraine medicine."

"Py'ra," The Magicat woman spoke, taking a step forward. "Have you been noticing anything strange happening recently?"

"I assume you aren't talking about me speaking with random people that Glimmer hasn't reported to the King and Queen? Who am I kidding, she likely came to you to interrogate you two herself about something."

"How about strange visions?" Blonde spoke up. "Things that feel like memories but there isn't any way for them to have happened with your current memories?"

"What? Why would I…"

Seeing herself in black, shadow-like clothing, despite knowing that she isn't proficient enough in Shadow Magic to perform a spell like that.

The strange glitchy mess of symbols she sees when someone said Stat.

Saying she learned Fire Teleport despite knowing it for over a month from the little she could make out of these strange symbols.

A strange kingdom made of mostly metal and machinery.

The strange feeling of knowing these two women in front of her.

T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra clenched her hand at the suddenness.

She must have been quiet because the Magicat woman spoke again.

"You have."

For a strange reason, Py'ra swears she heard amazement and hope in those two words.

"No. I've just been having random headaches that are popping up more and more." Py'ra denied.

"What about your Power?"

She could see Bow and Glimmer mouthing 'Power?' in confusion.

'Nice to know I'm not alone in this confusion.' She admitted.

"Unless you are talking about my fire," She surrounded her right hand in blue fire. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"No." Blonde shook her head. "Your sheet-"

Ț̵̃ī̵̟g̴͙̎r̸̂͜a̶̭̍ ̴͖̋|̵̉͜ ̶̪̏1̴͎̿8̷̨͆

̶̼͒

̴̫̿

̶͐͜H̶͓̀P̵̰͋:̵̱̌ ̵̛̗1̶̬̿1̴͎̔,̷̤̂9̴͎͝0̵̡̅0̷̖̿ ̶̫̈́|̷̰͘ ̶̧̋H̴̘̽P̷̝̄Ṙ̵̘:̷͎͝ ̶̱̑5̶̲̂3̶̡̃5̴̺̒5̶̩̈

̷̹̒M̸̯͠P̷̞̊:̶̗̕ ̸̕ͅ9̸̲̈́1̷̼̐2̴̠̓0̸͉̒ ̵̣͛|̷̪̔ ̵͙̇M̵̗̔P̸͑͜Ṟ̴͐:̵͔̿ ̸̛̼4̷̰̊6̴͎͗4̸̧̆2̷̮́

̴̪́Ṡ̸̗P̶̩̕:̷̯̓ ̶̙̚5̷̦̕9̴̝͆5̴̛̹0̸͕̓ ̸̡̐|̴͙̽ ̸̰́Ŝ̷̜P̶͔͌R̶̩̅:̵̤̌ ̴̰̏2̴̮͘6̷̘̓7̷̗̂8̴̗̊

̶̼͗

̶͇̆S̸͈̍T̷̯̑R̶̗͌:̵͍͂ ̶̧̚1̷͖̀6̷̧̛5̸̠̇ ̸̛̖|̷̳̈́ ̵̠̓D̷̫͐E̸͚̍X̸̛̲:̶̟̒ ̵̦́7̶̃ͅ9̵͉̂9̸͙̎

̴̼̎C̸͙̃Ò̴̬Ņ̶̚:̷̦͘ ̴̨͑5̵͖̐9̵̦̃5̴̢̄ ̸͖̇|̵̝͊ ̷̗̐Ì̴̩Ñ̷͇T̷̠̓:̵̭̒ ̶̨̛4̸̟͌5̴̺̚6̶̮͆

̷̝͒Ẇ̶̳I̴̫̚S̴͍̈:̸̢̀ ̷̩̉3̶̼̓4̴̼̓4̵̞̈́ ̵̼̈́|̶̼͘ ̴̭̃C̵͎̀H̷̫̀Ȁ̷͇:̵̢̑ ̸̡̿1̴̺͐5̸͍̽4̷̢̂

…

"-Traits-"

T̸r̷a̶i̸t̵s̶:̷

[̴N̵i̸g̸h̴t̷ ̷V̵i̷s̶i̶o̵n̴ ̶-̶ ̶T̵h̷e̸ ̸a̶b̷i̶l̵i̶t̴y̸ ̷t̴o̷ ̵n̷a̷t̵u̷r̵a̴l̸l̶y̸ ̸s̶e̴e̸n̵ ̸i̶n̶ ̷l̴o̴w̷ ̴l̶i̴g̶h̷t̶]̵

̸[̸M̸a̴g̶i̵c̶a̵l̶ ̵-̷ ̴T̸h̶e̸ ̸n̴a̷t̵u̷r̸a̸l̴ ̶a̸b̷i̶l̸i̸t̴y̷ ̴t̷o̶ ̴b̸e̸ ̴a̴b̷l̵e̸ ̴t̶o̶ ̵p̶e̷r̸f̸o̷r̴m̷ ̴m̸a̵g̴i̸c̸]̵

̴[̸O̷b̶s̷i̸d̷i̶a̶n̷ ̷C̶l̶a̶w̷s̴ ̴-̷ ̸Y̴o̷u̷r̶ ̸c̷l̴a̷w̴s̴ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̸a̴s̸ ̴s̷h̵a̴r̶p̴ ̵a̴s̵ ̵O̵b̶s̴i̴d̵i̸a̷n̵ ̸b̶u̷t̸ ̸a̶s̵ ̸d̴u̸r̸a̵b̶l̴e̸ ̵a̸s̶ ̵s̷t̸e̴e̵l̵]̷

̵[̸H̷u̷n̵t̵r̷e̷s̵s̵ ̴-̶ ̸Y̷o̷u̶r̶ ̴b̵o̵d̸y̷ ̵i̴s̸ ̴m̵e̸a̷n̶t̶ ̷t̵o̷ ̶b̴e̷ ̸m̷o̴v̴i̸n̵g̸ ̷a̸t̷ ̷s̶p̵e̵e̵d̴ ̵t̶h̴a̵t̶ ̸m̶o̷s̶t̵ ̵c̵a̷n̶ ̴o̵n̴l̵y̶ ̴d̶r̴e̷a̵m̷ ̷o̸f̸]̷

̵[̵P̵r̷i̴m̵a̸l̷ ̶I̸n̶s̶t̵i̷n̴c̸t̸s̴ ̴-̴ ̷Y̴o̶u̷r̷ ̷b̸o̷d̶y̴ ̴h̴a̸s̴ ̸n̵o̵t̶ ̶f̵o̷r̸g̶o̵t̷t̷e̸n̴ ̴t̷h̶e̴ ̴i̵n̶s̵t̸i̸n̶c̴t̸s̸ ̵t̸h̴a̶t̶ ̷y̵o̶u̴r̴ ̶a̷n̷c̶e̵s̴t̴o̷r̸s̵ ̴n̵e̸e̸d̷e̸d̴ ̸t̶o̵ ̷s̴u̶r̵v̶i̷v̷e̷]̷

̸[̵Y̷o̵u̵ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵t̷h̷e̶ ̷W̷e̶a̴p̴o̷n̸ ̶-̴ ̴M̵u̸l̵t̸i̵p̴l̷i̷e̷s̸ ̴H̸2̷H̴ ̸b̷o̶n̴u̷s̷ ̵b̶y̸ ̴2̷]̵

̶[̴L̸i̷g̵h̴t̵n̸i̶n̷g̵ ̵-̸ ̵M̵u̶l̸t̷i̸p̷l̸i̶e̴s̴ ̵f̸i̶n̷a̷l̸ ̵D̶E̴X̶ ̷b̵y̵ ̶1̴.̶5̸]̵

̷[̶D̴u̴r̷a̷b̶l̷e̶ ̴-̶ ̵M̸u̵l̸t̷i̶p̵l̵i̴e̶s̵ ̵f̶i̶n̶a̸l̸ ̷C̵O̶N̷ ̶b̸y̸ ̶1̵.̶1̸5̵]̴

̵[̶I̶n̷t̸e̵l̴l̴i̶g̶e̶n̸t̵ ̵-̷ ̷M̶u̸l̷t̶i̸p̴l̴i̶e̴s̷ ̵f̶i̵n̸a̸l̴ ̴I̶N̴T̷ ̷b̸y̴ ̴1̵.̶3̴]̷

̶[̶W̴i̴s̴e̶ ̸-̴ ̴M̷u̸l̸t̸i̷p̵l̴i̶e̴s̸ ̷f̷i̴n̸a̵l̵ ̷W̵I̵S̵ ̴b̴y̵ ̴1̶.̷1̵5̷]̵

̴[̵Y̸o̵u̴ ̸a̸r̴e̸ ̴S̵p̸e̷e̶d̸ ̸-̶ ̴F̴o̷r̶ ̶t̵w̴o̴ ̶m̴i̸n̵u̵t̶e̷s̷ ̴a̷ ̷d̵a̵y̶,̶ ̸y̵o̴u̷r̸ ̵D̶E̴X̶ ̴i̶s̵ ̶m̷u̵l̶t̵i̷p̵l̷i̴e̶d̴ ̴b̸y̸ ̷3̷]̶

̶[̸O̴m̷n̷i̶-̸R̵e̸g̵e̵n̷e̶r̶a̸t̸i̵o̸n̵ ̷I̶I̵-̴ ̷M̷u̷l̶t̸i̵p̸l̴i̸e̷s̵ ̸a̷l̶l̸ ̴R̵e̸g̵e̵n̸s̸ ̶b̵y̶ ̸3̴]̶

̶[̵M̶a̷n̸i̵a̸c̴ ̷-̵ ̸E̶X̵P̷ ̶x̵2̴:̴ ̶F̶i̶r̶e̴,̴ ̶W̴a̸t̷e̴r̶,̴ ̷P̵u̷r̶e̸,̶ ̸E̵l̶e̸c̸t̷r̷i̷c̶,̸ ̶I̶c̴e̸,̵ ̷S̵h̶a̷d̷o̸w̷,̴ ̴A̶i̷r̷]̶

̴[̵U̴n̴b̷u̴r̴n̶a̷b̸l̴e̶ ̵-̵ ̸Y̴o̸u̸ ̴c̶a̶n̴'̶t̴ ̶b̵e̶ ̷h̷u̷r̴t̶ ̸b̸y̵ ̸f̸i̸r̵e̴ ̵o̷r̵ ̷h̵e̴a̵t̸ ̵t̷h̴r̶o̷u̴g̷h̷ ̴f̸i̵r̵e̶.̸ ̸P̸e̸r̴i̷o̴d̵.̴]̵

̶[̴P̴r̴o̸o̵f̴-̸ ̴C̶a̵n̵ ̸b̸e̴ ̶h̸u̵r̸t̵ ̸w̶i̷t̶h̴ ̶i̷l̶l̷ ̴i̵n̷t̵e̸n̵t̶:̸ ̷P̸h̸y̴s̵i̴c̸a̴l̶,̴ ̸E̶l̴e̵c̶t̷r̴i̴c̷i̶t̸y̴,̶ ̴I̶c̶e̶,̶ ̵S̵h̸a̶d̵o̶w̶]̷

̵[̶P̷h̴o̷e̴n̶i̸x̵ ̸-̶ ̷O̴n̵c̵e̸ ̶a̴ ̴m̷o̵n̶t̸h̵,̸ ̵i̶f̶ ̸y̴o̴u̷r̷ ̴H̷P̸ ̵i̶s̶ ̴r̵e̴d̵u̸c̷e̷d̷ ̵t̸o̷ ̵z̴e̵r̴o̶,̸ ̶y̸o̴u̴ ̸r̷e̸t̷u̸r̸n̷ ̵t̷o̴ ̴7̵5̸%̶ ̸H̵P̸ ̴o̸n̶c̶e̷ ̴w̵i̶t̴h̵ ̸a̶ ̷2̷5̸%̷ ̸i̷n̴c̶r̶e̸a̸s̵e̸ ̶i̷n̸ ̵s̸t̶a̷t̸s̷ ̷f̴o̴r̵ ̵t̴h̷e̷ ̴n̶e̵x̶t̷ ̴1̶0̵ ̵m̵i̴n̷u̴t̴e̸s̴]̸

̴[̵R̶a̸i̴j̸u̴ ̵-̸ ̶M̴u̸l̵t̸i̸p̷l̴y̸ ̶y̷o̴u̵r̵ ̸m̷o̴v̸e̵m̸e̵n̸t̷ ̶s̷p̷e̴e̷d̷ ̵b̵y̴ ̴3̴x̷ ̴f̵o̴r̴ ̷9̸0̶ ̵m̴i̸n̷u̵t̵e̷s̸ ̴w̴i̴t̴h̵i̷n̷ ̷a̴ ̷2̷4̸ ̶h̸o̸u̵r̸ ̵p̶e̵r̶i̷o̵d̷.̷ ̸L̴i̷g̵h̶t̵n̸i̶n̶g̶ ̸a̸t̵t̸a̷c̸k̶s̸ ̵d̴o̵ ̵1̶0̵0̸%̷ ̸m̷o̵r̸e̶ ̷d̶a̴m̶a̴g̷e̶ ̶b̵u̵t̴ ̵w̵a̸t̴e̸r̵ ̸d̶a̵m̴a̴g̷e̶ ̷h̸u̷r̸t̴s̸ ̶y̴o̸u̵ ̸t̴h̷r̷i̸c̶e̵ ̴a̶s̶ ̷m̶u̴c̸h̷ ̷a̷s̵ ̷n̷o̸r̸m̵a̷l̶]̷

̶[̵G̷r̴i̶m̸m̵ ̶-̸ ̸D̴e̴c̶r̷e̶a̴s̸e̴s̴ ̸d̵a̸m̶a̴g̵e̵ ̵t̴a̸k̵e̷n̶ ̶b̶y̷ ̴7̷5̵%̸,̴ ̸r̶e̵g̸e̵n̵e̶r̷a̸t̶i̸o̸n̴s̸ ̵+̵ ̸2̶0̸0̵%̴ ̸b̵u̴t̴ ̵L̶i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̸a̴t̷t̴a̵c̵k̸s̷ ̷d̶e̵a̸l̷ ̷3̴x̸ ̷t̸h̸e̴i̶r̵ ̶r̷e̵g̶u̴l̴a̴r̶ ̷d̷a̴m̷a̶g̵e̴.̷ ̶W̴o̷r̶k̷s̴ ̶f̶o̴r̵ ̶3̴0̷ ̶m̵i̸n̴u̵t̷e̴s̵ ̷a̷ ̴d̷a̵y̵]̵

̶[̵Y̴u̶k̴i̷-̸O̵n̷n̶a̷ ̷-̴ ̶T̵o̵u̴c̵h̴i̸n̵g̶ ̷s̴o̵m̵e̶t̴h̸i̸n̸g̶ ̴w̷i̸t̷h̶ ̶H̵P̷ ̷w̵i̸l̸l̵ ̴d̴o̷ ̴I̸N̸T̴*̴1̸0̸0̶ ̴i̸c̸e̴ ̷d̶a̴m̴a̵g̷e̷ ̵p̵e̷r̷ ̶s̶e̶c̶o̵n̸d̵.̴ ̵C̷a̷n̶ ̶b̴e̵ ̷u̸s̵e̶d̶ ̵f̸o̷r̵ ̷1̶0̶ ̶m̷i̷n̶u̵t̷e̷s̸ ̶a̶ ̵d̸a̶y̵]̶

̴[̶F̵u̵e̵l̸i̴n̸g̵ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̸F̸i̴r̷e̸ ̴-̵ ̶I̵n̶c̵r̵e̵a̵s̸e̷s̸ ̴D̶a̸m̸a̷g̷e̸ ̶f̴o̸r̶ ̴F̸i̸r̵e̴ ̴a̷t̴t̵a̵c̴k̴s̴ ̴b̴y̴ ̵5̴0̷%̶]̵

̶[̸O̸n̵e̴ ̵w̷i̷t̷h̶ ̸F̸i̴r̸e̶ ̶-̴ ̷F̷i̷r̸e̷ ̴s̸p̴e̵l̵l̶s̵ ̷t̸a̸k̸e̸ ̵2̶5̴%̷ ̵l̵e̴s̶s̵ ̵M̸P̷ ̷t̵h̷a̸n̷ ̶n̷o̷r̵m̶a̷l̵]̵

̴[̸O̵n̴e̶ ̶w̵i̷t̶h̷ ̷L̵i̸g̴h̶t̷n̷i̷n̸g̴ ̵-̴ ̷L̸i̶g̴h̷t̸n̷i̷n̶g̸ ̷s̸p̷e̴l̵l̷s̴ ̵t̸a̷k̸e̴ ̵2̶5̸%̶ ̵l̶e̸s̵s̷ ̶M̷P̴ ̸t̶h̵a̶n̶ ̵n̴o̴r̸m̶a̷l̷]̴

̶[̶T̵h̴e̸ ̴M̷y̴t̴h̵ ̶i̷s̶ ̸R̸e̴a̵l̶ ̵-̴ ̷Y̶o̵u̵ ̸h̵a̵v̷e̸ ̴7̷ ̷s̶p̵a̵r̶e̸ ̵l̶i̵v̵e̴s̴ ̶a̶n̴d̴ ̷w̵i̴l̷l̸ ̵r̸e̶s̶t̴o̶r̵e̶ ̸y̵o̷u̸ ̸t̵o̸ ̴5̶0̷%̶ ̶H̵P̴,̶ ̵M̶P̷,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̸ ̷S̸P̴ ̸u̴p̷o̷n̵ ̵r̵e̶s̸u̸r̴r̷e̸c̵t̶i̴n̷g̵ ̷4̴ ̷m̴i̶n̵u̷t̴e̵s̷ ̵l̷a̸t̷e̵r̷]̸

̴[̶T̷r̶u̵e̴ ̵H̴e̷i̴r̶ ̴-̸ ̷A̴l̸l̷o̵w̷s̴ ̸y̵o̶u̴ ̵t̸h̶e̷ ̵a̵b̸i̷l̶i̴t̸y̴ ̵t̷o̴ ̸c̷o̶n̶n̴e̶c̴t̴ ̸w̴i̵t̶h̸ ̸t̷h̸e̸ ̵R̵u̸n̶e̶s̷t̵o̶n̴e̶ ̷o̶f̷ ̸y̴o̴u̶r̷ ̵h̴o̷m̸e̸ ̷k̵i̴n̵g̸d̴o̷m̸,̷ ̵o̴r̶ ̵a̵ ̷R̴u̴n̷e̵s̸t̵o̸n̷e̵ ̵s̶h̴o̵u̵l̵d̸ ̶t̷h̴e̵r̶e̴ ̵n̸o̶t̵ ̷b̴e̵ ̸o̷n̵e̴]̷

̴[̶O̵v̴e̵r̵ ̵K̵i̷l̵l̸e̵r̴ ̸-̸ ̵D̴u̵e̴ ̸t̵o̸ ̴y̴o̴u̷r̵ ̸a̵b̵i̶l̸i̴t̸y̶ ̶o̸f̸ ̶o̷v̸e̴r̸k̴i̸l̵l̶i̶n̴g̶,̸ ̵y̵o̷u̸r̶ ̶t̸h̸r̵e̷a̵t̶s̴ ̸a̴r̶e̴ ̸m̸o̴r̴e̵ ̵l̵i̴k̸e̴l̵y̶ ̶t̸o̵ ̷s̵u̵c̴c̵e̵e̸d̴ ̵a̷s̴ ̷w̴a̸r̷n̷i̶n̵g̴s̸ ̷t̵o̶w̷a̷r̶d̸s̸ ̷e̷n̶e̷m̴i̶e̶s̵]̶

̵[̵6̵t̴h̷ ̸S̵e̸n̵s̵e̴ ̶[̷C̶a̴t̷r̶a̴]̷ ̴-̵ ̴Y̵o̶u̴ ̷n̵o̶w̷ ̴w̷i̵l̵l̸ ̸k̵n̴o̸w̵ ̷w̶h̵e̴n̶ ̶y̵o̴u̷r̷ ̸f̶e̵l̵l̵o̷w̴ ̶C̶h̴o̷s̷e̷n̷(̷s̴)̵ ̷a̶r̵e̸ ̶i̸n̷ ̷t̵r̴o̴u̴b̷l̵e̵]̴

̴[̸R̵e̴c̵o̶v̶e̷r̴y̴ ̸-̷ ̴Y̸o̸u̴r̸ ̴R̶e̴g̵e̴n̵s̴ ̷a̸r̸e̴ ̸i̵n̶c̷r̷e̷a̵s̸e̵d̸ ̶b̵y̷ ̴5̶0̷%̷]̴

̶[̸C̴o̶n̴t̸r̷o̶l̶ ̵-̷ ̴A̵l̶l̸o̵w̵s̵ ̵t̷h̷e̸ ̶u̴s̴e̵ ̴o̶f̵ ̵4̶ ̵c̴o̵n̶t̵i̸n̷u̷o̷u̶s̶ ̶s̸p̴e̶l̴l̵s̷ ̵w̸i̶t̸h̶o̵u̸t̶ ̵c̸a̸u̸s̵i̸n̸g̵ ̶p̶a̵i̷n̴]̶

̸[̸P̸r̸i̵n̵c̵e̷s̷s̵ ̵o̸f̸ ̷F̴i̶r̶e̴ ̵-̸ ̵M̸u̵l̶t̷i̸p̷l̷i̵e̸s̵ ̴M̴P̷ ̴b̴y̷ ̸2̸,̵ ̴M̵P̵R̷ ̷b̵y̷ ̶1̵.̸5̶,̸ ̵a̵n̶d̴ ̸F̶i̴r̵e̸ ̸s̵p̶e̷l̵l̷s̴ ̶g̶a̶i̵n̸ ̸4̵x̴ ̶E̴X̷P̷]̸

̵[̸A̷z̸u̵r̴e̵ ̵F̵l̴a̶m̸e̵s̴ ̶-̶ ̷Y̵o̷u̸ ̵c̶a̵n̵ ̶u̷s̵e̷ ̸5̷0̵%̸ ̸m̵o̵r̸e̸ ̵M̶P̴ ̵t̷o̸ ̸i̶n̴c̴r̸e̴a̴s̴e̷ ̵a̸ ̵f̸i̴r̷e̴ ̷s̶p̴e̶l̴l̶'̴s̶ ̴p̸o̴w̵e̶r̸ ̶b̸y̸ ̸1̴0̴0̸%̶.̶ ̵D̵o̸i̴n̴g̴ ̴s̵o̴ ̶t̷u̷r̸n̵s̷ ̶y̷o̸u̸r̴ ̸f̶l̵a̴m̸e̵s̶ ̵i̵n̷t̴o̷ ̴a̷ ̵b̷r̴i̵l̵l̶i̵a̵n̵t̸ ̵b̵l̶u̵e̸]̷

̸[̸B̴o̵n̷d̴e̸d̵:̶ ̶D̷r̵a̸e̷k̷a̵ ̸-̷ ̶L̴V̵ ̶7̶7̴ ̸B̵a̸s̴i̶l̶i̷s̸k̵]̸

̷[̷L̸i̷m̴i̸t̷-̸B̷r̸e̸a̴k̴e̴r̸ ̵-̵ ̶C̶a̶n̷ ̴i̵n̷c̷r̷e̵a̸s̵e̸ ̴a̵ ̴s̵p̷e̷l̴l̵ ̶t̴o̴ ̶t̸h̸e̶ ̷n̸e̵x̵t̸ ̵t̴i̶e̵r̵ ̷o̷f̴ ̴m̵a̴g̷i̶c̴ ̷o̸n̵c̵e̷ ̴a̴ ̸w̶e̵e̸k̷]̸

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H̵a̷n̸d̷ ̵t̴o̸ ̴H̴a̴n̶d̷ ̵L̴V̵ ̸4̷3̶3̴ ̸-̴ ̶I̴n̴c̷r̸e̴a̷s̸e̴s̷ ̵u̵n̶a̷r̵m̶e̷d̴ ̸a̶t̴t̷a̴c̸k̴s̷ ̸b̶y̶ ̴3̵3̶%̴ ̵*̴ ̸2̸ ̵[̷Y̸o̶u̷ ̵A̵r̶e̸ ̵t̴h̸e̶ ̵W̵e̴a̵p̶o̷n̵]̷ ̶*̴ ̵2̸ ̸^̶ ̸4̸ ̸[̷P̶r̶e̴s̴t̴i̸g̴e̴ ̸L̶e̵v̵e̶l̵]̶:̸ ̴1̶0̴5̶6̷%̴ ̸o̶r̴ ̵1̸1̷.̵5̴6̵

̴R̸u̵n̵ ̸L̵V̶ ̷2̸4̴5̵ ̶-̴ ̷I̷n̵c̴r̶e̵a̸s̷e̶s̵ ̸D̸E̷X̷ ̷b̴y̵ ̸2̸5̸%̸ ̴+̴ ̵4̴5̶%̴*̸ ̸2̷^̸2̶ ̵[̶P̶r̴e̷s̶t̴i̸g̸e̷ ̶L̷V̶]̵:̸ ̵2̵0̷5̶%̸ ̴o̶r̸ ̴3̷.̶0̷5̷

̸D̴a̷s̸h̷ ̶L̵V̸ ̸5̵5̷1̶ ̸-̶ ̵I̵n̷c̴r̵e̸a̵s̷e̶s̷ ̴D̴E̵X̵ ̵b̸y̵ ̴5̶0̷%̶ ̶+̵ ̸5̷1̷%̴ ̷*̶ ̴2̶ ̵^̸ ̶5̵:̴ ̷1̸6̸8̵2̸%̸ ̷o̴r̷ ̷1̵7̶.̶8̵2̵

̴R̸e̷a̵d̶i̶n̸g̶ ̷L̵V̷ ̴7̸5̸ ̴-̴ ̶I̸n̷c̷r̷e̵a̵s̸e̸s̶ ̶y̷o̴u̶r̷ ̵r̷e̸a̸d̷i̵n̸g̶ ̶s̸p̶e̸e̶d̴ ̶t̷o̴ ̶r̵e̸a̷d̴ ̸w̵h̵a̵t̵ ̶t̸a̵k̴e̷s̶ ̷a̷ ̶n̴o̸r̴m̵a̸l̶ ̴p̷e̷r̴s̶o̵n̵ ̷a̴n̸ ̴h̵o̴u̴r̵ ̴t̷o̷ ̷r̸e̶a̶d̵ ̷t̷o̷ ̸6̷0̴ ̴/̸ ̶(̴7̶5̴ ̴/̶ ̵1̷0̶)̷:̸ ̸8̶ ̵m̸i̴n̴u̷t̴e̷s̶

̸W̸r̶i̵t̷i̵n̵g̷ ̸L̶V̴ ̴1̵0̷5̷ ̷-̵ ̷I̶n̸c̶r̷e̷a̵s̶e̸s̷ ̸y̵o̸u̵r̸ ̷w̶r̴i̴t̷i̴n̴g̸/̵t̸y̸p̴i̴n̴g̵ ̸s̶p̴e̸e̴d̷ ̴t̷o̵ ̶d̷o̶ ̴a̵n̴ ̴h̸o̴u̵r̴'̴s̸ ̶w̷o̸r̷t̸h̵ ̷o̷f̶ ̶w̶o̴r̷k̵ ̷t̸o̵ ̷6̴0̶ ̶/̸ ̴(̵1̴0̶5̵ ̴/̵ ̶1̸0̴)̸:̶ ̵5̴.̶7̷ ̵m̶i̵n̸u̵t̸e̴s̷

̵S̷n̷e̸a̶k̶ ̶L̶V̸ ̴4̴8̷ ̴-̸ ̴H̴a̶s̵ ̴a̸ ̶D̵E̷X̸ ̸*̸ ̷(̷1̵+̴ ̷4̵8̴%̴)̷ ̵c̸h̵a̶n̸c̸e̶ ̶o̴f̸ ̵n̴o̵t̵ ̶b̸e̴i̵n̴g̴ ̴n̷o̵t̸i̴c̴e̶d̷ ̶i̷f̶ ̶s̵o̵m̵e̷o̶n̶e̴ ̴i̸s̸ ̴l̴o̴o̷k̶i̸n̶g̶ ̵f̸o̴r̷ ̵t̷h̶e̶m̶,̶ ̷D̸E̴X̵ ̵*̷ ̷(̵2̷ ̷+̶ ̶4̶8̷%̸)̷ ̸i̴f̵ ̴t̷h̸e̸y̷ ̴a̶r̷e̷n̵'̸t̴.̶ ̷T̵h̷i̴s̸ ̷g̸o̴e̴s̴ ̶d̸o̶w̶n̵ ̶b̵y̵ ̴1̴0̴%̶ ̵f̸o̴r̴ ̸e̶v̸e̸r̴y̴ ̵l̸e̷v̶e̸l̶ ̸s̸o̸m̸e̸o̷n̷e̷ ̶h̶a̸s̵ ̴a̵b̸o̸v̴e̶ ̷y̸o̴u̴r̸ ̴s̷n̴e̶a̶k̴:̶ ̴4̵2̷9̷%̸,̸ ̸8̷5̶7̵%̴

̴D̶o̵d̵g̶e̴ ̷L̶V̸ ̴4̷1̴ ̷-̸ ̴I̴n̷c̸r̵e̴a̶s̵e̸s̴ ̴t̸h̸e̸ ̶c̴h̸a̵n̷c̷e̵ ̷o̷f̵ ̴d̸o̶d̸g̶i̷n̸g̴ ̷a̴n̸ ̶a̸t̷t̸a̴c̶k̴ ̵y̴o̴u̶ ̵c̶a̵n̸'̷t̶ ̵s̴e̵e̷ ̵a̸n̷d̶ ̴t̶r̵u̸s̵t̴i̸n̴g̸ ̴y̵o̶u̶r̶ ̵i̶n̴s̷t̸i̵n̵c̵t̶s̴

̸B̴l̷a̷d̴e̸ ̴L̶V̵ ̵1̴4̸9̸ ̴-̶ ̶I̴n̶c̶r̷e̸a̶s̷e̴s̴ ̸d̵a̴m̴a̷g̵e̵ ̴d̸e̵a̸l̸t̸ ̶t̴h̴r̸o̵u̴g̸h̷ ̴s̵w̷o̵r̸d̵s̸ ̸o̵r̷ ̵s̷w̸o̷r̵d̵-̷l̷i̸k̷e̷ ̷w̸e̷a̷p̷o̵n̵s̷ ̵b̷y̶ ̸4̵9̷%̵ ̵*̴ ̶2̵^̵1̸ ̴[̸P̴r̵e̸s̷t̶i̶g̶e̶ ̷L̶V̵]̶ ̴o̶r̵ ̴1̴.̶9̷8̸

̴S̴p̴e̴a̶r̵ ̶L̴V̴ ̴5̸0̸ ̴-̶ ̸I̵n̶c̴r̴e̴a̴s̴e̴s̷ ̷d̸a̶m̸a̷g̵e̵ ̶d̵e̸a̸l̷t̵ ̷t̷h̶r̵o̶u̴g̸h̵ ̷s̶p̵e̶a̷r̶s̷ ̶a̴n̶d̵ ̵s̸p̷e̴a̸r̵-̴l̸i̵k̴e̶ ̶w̵e̷a̷p̷o̵n̶s̵ ̸b̸y̶ ̴5̷0̷%̶

̸P̷h̵y̴s̷i̸c̶a̸l̶ ̶R̶e̶s̸i̷s̶t̸a̵n̷c̸e̷ ̸L̶V̵ ̸9̴9̴ ̴-̷ ̷R̸e̵d̵u̷c̷e̸s̶ ̵d̷a̵m̵a̷g̷e̴ ̸f̶r̴o̸m̴ ̶n̸o̷n̶-̸m̶a̷g̷i̶c̶a̴l̷ ̷a̴t̸t̷a̶c̷k̵s̴ ̷b̵y̴ ̴(̷1̴ ̸-̶ ̴[̷ ̴(̶1̶-̴9̴9̴%̸)̴ ̸*̷ ̸0̷.̴4̸ ̵[̸S̶t̷e̶e̶l̶ ̷B̶o̸d̶y̶]̸ ̸]̷ ̶)̴:̶ ̷9̶9̷.̷4̵%̷

̸L̵i̴g̵h̷t̶ ̴R̷e̴s̷i̵s̵t̷a̸n̴c̴e̷ ̶L̸V̴ ̶4̶ ̵-̸ ̴R̴e̸d̸u̵c̸e̵s̵ ̸d̵a̴m̸a̴g̷e̶ ̵f̵r̸o̸m̴ ̷L̸i̴g̶h̴t̸ ̸b̷a̴s̶e̸d̵ ̵m̸a̸g̵i̴c̸a̷l̶ ̵a̸t̷t̴a̵c̴k̶s̵ ̷b̶y̶ ̴1̴ ̵-̵ ̶[̴ ̶(̸1̴ ̵-̴ ̴4̷%̶)̷ ̷*̷ ̵0̷.̵4̸ ̶[̸S̴t̴e̸e̴l̴ ̸B̶o̴d̵y̸]̶ ̵]̸:̸ ̶4̷2̶.̷4̸%̵

̶E̸a̷r̴t̵h̴ ̸R̶e̶s̷i̵s̶t̵a̶n̷c̷e̶ ̶L̶V̸ ̸4̵ ̷-̶ ̴R̴e̷d̵u̷c̸e̴s̸ ̶d̸a̵m̶a̸g̸e̸ ̵f̴r̸o̵m̶ ̵E̷a̵r̴t̴h̶ ̷b̷a̸s̷e̴d̴ ̵m̴a̵g̸i̴c̵a̴l̸ ̵a̸t̷t̸a̵c̶k̸s̶ ̸b̵y̸ ̶1̴ ̷-̵ ̸[̵ ̸(̶1̴ ̴-̸ ̶4̸%̷)̷ ̸*̷ ̵0̶.̴4̶ ̵[̷S̷t̷e̸e̷l̶ ̸B̵o̶d̷y̵]̴ ̴]̷:̸ ̸4̶2̷.̶4̶%̵

̸A̸i̸r̸ ̶R̴e̴s̸i̸s̶t̴a̸n̴c̸e̵ ̸L̸V̵ ̴2̴ ̷-̴ ̶R̵e̵d̴u̸c̵e̶s̸ ̴d̴a̵m̵a̷g̶e̶ ̵f̴r̷o̶m̴ ̶A̸i̷r̷ ̶b̸a̵s̸e̸d̸ ̶m̸a̵g̵i̶c̴a̴l̴ ̴a̵t̷t̷a̶c̷k̵s̷ ̷b̷y̶ ̶1̵ ̵-̵ ̸[̷ ̵(̸1̸ ̴-̶ ̸2̶%̷)̶ ̶*̵ ̶0̷.̷4̴ ̸[̵S̵t̴e̷e̶l̴ ̷B̵o̸d̶y̴]̸ ̷]̵:̸ ̷4̷1̶.̶2̵%̸

̶W̶a̴t̵e̵r̶ ̴R̵e̶s̴i̴s̵t̷a̷n̵c̴e̶ ̴L̵V̴ ̴1̴8̷ ̴-̴ ̴R̷e̵d̷u̴c̶e̶s̵ ̴d̷a̴m̶a̴g̶e̴ ̴f̶r̵o̶m̴ ̶W̷a̵t̶e̵r̷ ̶b̶a̵s̵e̸d̶ ̸m̴a̵g̷i̷c̸a̴l̶ ̴a̴t̸t̸a̵c̴k̵s̸ ̵b̵y̶ ̷1̵ ̵-̵ ̶[̸ ̴(̴1̶ ̸-̴ ̴1̴8̶%̸)̸ ̴*̸ ̵0̶.̶4̸ ̶[̴S̷t̵e̵e̷l̸ ̸B̵o̷d̸y̶]̷ ̶]̴:̸ ̵5̸0̷.̸8̷%̸

̷M̵a̸g̴i̸c̶ ̶R̸e̸s̶i̸s̸t̷a̶n̶c̵e̸ ̴L̷V̸ ̵4̸2̸ ̵-̵ ̷R̵e̶d̷u̴c̴e̶s̶ ̵d̴a̷m̵a̴g̴e̶ ̵f̴r̷o̵m̵ ̸N̴o̵n̶-̶E̵l̶e̷m̶e̸n̶t̵a̵l̵ ̸b̸a̷s̵e̷d̴ ̵m̵a̵g̴i̴c̵a̴l̷ ̵a̸t̸t̶a̵c̴k̶s̸ ̸a̶n̴d̴ ̸e̸f̴f̷e̷c̴t̶s̸ ̸b̷y̸ ̷1̴ ̵-̵ ̶[̸ ̵(̷1̶ ̵-̴ ̴4̸2̵%̸)̸ ̸*̸ ̵0̵.̶4̷ ̸[̶S̶t̸e̷e̸l̸ ̴B̵o̸d̷y̴]̷ ̴]̴:̴ ̴6̶5̷.̷2̷%̴

̴H̷a̸c̷k̴i̴n̷g̶ ̴L̶V̵ ̴2̴7̵ ̷-̶ ̴B̷a̴s̷e̵d̴ ̸o̷n̶ ̴t̸h̴e̷ ̷l̴e̵v̷e̴l̸,̴ ̴y̷o̶u̴ ̶w̸i̴l̵l̷ ̴b̶e̴ ̸a̷b̴l̴e̸ ̴t̸o̴ ̸m̵o̷r̶e̷ ̵s̷u̴c̸c̸e̷s̶s̶f̴u̴l̶l̶y̷ ̸h̸a̵c̵k̴ ̶i̶n̸t̷o̷ ̷t̸o̶u̶g̷h̵e̵r̵ ̴s̶e̸c̴u̷r̵i̴t̶i̷e̶s̶.̷ ̵H̸i̵g̴h̴ ̵e̴n̵o̷u̷g̷h̷ ̵l̸e̸v̷e̷l̴ ̸a̶n̵d̴ ̶n̸o̴ ̸o̶n̵e̸ ̸w̶i̸l̶l̵ ̵e̷v̷e̶r̵ ̷k̵n̵o̸w̷ ̴y̶o̴u̶ ̵w̶e̶r̶e̷ ̶t̴h̵e̴r̶e̴

̴S̴e̸c̶u̷r̵i̷t̴y̴ ̶L̴V̶ ̵1̵8̵ ̶-̸ ̷B̶a̶s̸e̸d̸ ̴o̴n̸ ̶t̶h̷e̸ ̵l̵e̵v̴e̸l̵,̴ ̴y̴o̵u̴ ̷w̸i̸l̵l̶ ̸b̶e̴ ̸a̸b̷l̷e̶ ̸t̴o̵ ̴p̴r̸e̵v̴e̸n̷t̶ ̶h̷a̵c̵k̴e̶r̶s̶ ̸f̶r̷o̴m̴ ̴g̷e̷t̵t̶i̸n̷g̷ ̶i̷n̶.̶

̸P̸r̵o̷g̵r̷a̵m̷m̴i̶n̵g̸ ̷L̴V̸ ̴3̸5̵ ̴-̷ ̵B̵a̴s̶e̷d̶ ̷o̶n̸ ̵t̶h̴e̵ ̶l̵e̷v̵e̴l̴,̵ ̵y̵o̷u̷ ̶w̶i̵l̵l̶ ̶b̵e̷ ̷a̶b̸l̸e̴ ̶t̸o̵ ̸c̸r̷e̶a̸t̵e̶ ̵m̶o̵r̷e̸ ̶c̵o̵m̴p̶l̸e̵x̶ ̸p̵r̷o̷g̸r̵a̴m̸s̶ ̸t̶h̷a̴t̴ ̴c̵a̵n̸ ̴d̸o̶ ̶a̷ ̸w̸i̷d̸e̵ ̵a̸r̴r̴a̷y̴ ̷o̸f̷ ̴s̴u̴b̶j̴e̵c̸t̸s̵

̸S̷t̸r̵a̵t̵e̷g̶y̴ ̸L̶V̴ ̸6̵1̴ ̴-̵ ̵B̶a̴s̷e̴d̵ ̶o̵n̸ ̸t̸h̶e̵ ̵l̴e̸v̵e̵l̵,̷ ̵y̴o̸u̷ ̴w̸i̵l̴l̶ ̶b̶e̸ ̵a̴b̸l̴e̶ ̸t̵o̶ ̸d̸e̴v̷e̶l̶o̴p̸ ̷m̴o̸r̵e̶ ̶e̷f̴f̶e̴c̶t̸i̷v̸e̶ ̸p̶l̸a̶n̷s̷ ̶o̸r̵ ̷c̴r̵e̴a̵t̷e̴ ̶a̸ ̵p̴l̷a̶n̵ ̶q̸u̷i̴c̴k̵l̵y̷ ̵i̶n̴ ̴t̶o̶u̵g̶h̷ ̸s̸c̶e̷n̸a̶r̶i̵o̴s̴

"-Points!"

S̸k̶i̶l̸l̵ ̸P̸o̸i̸n̶t̴s̴:̷ ̸7̶

̸T̶r̵a̶i̸t̷ ̴P̷o̴i̶n̶t̷s̵:̵ ̴1̵

̴U̶p̶g̶r̴a̸d̷e̷ ̶T̶r̸a̴i̴t̷ ̸P̴o̶i̸n̷t̶s̵:̶ ̶2̷

̴S̴p̴e̸e̵d̴:̶ ̸1̸1̸1̴.̸0̴ ̴M̵P̵H̷

̷M̶a̴g̵i̷c̶a̷l̶ ̷C̶o̵n̵t̶r̷o̵l̸:̴ ̵3̷4̸7̴%̶

̸C̵a̴r̵r̷y̷ ̸C̶a̵p̸a̸c̴i̸t̸y̸:̶ ̶N̶o̵r̶m̵a̴l̴ ̷-̴ ̷3̵0̴9̷ ̴l̷b̴s̵.̸ ̶M̶A̵X̷ ̸4̸1̸3̸ ̴l̷b̶s̴

…

Each word that Blonde spoke only made her headache pound harder and harder against her skull to the point she closed her eyes for a brief moment.

"You need to be quiet." Py'ra whispered.

Q̵u̵e̶s̷t̴ ̷[̸C̸o̴l̸l̷a̵p̴s̵i̶n̸g̸ ̴R̷e̵a̷l̴i̵t̸y̷]̶ ̷C̴r̴e̵a̴t̵e̵d̷!̶

̴C̴o̵l̴l̷a̶p̶s̸i̵n̷g̷ ̷R̶e̵a̴l̵i̵t̶y̶

̷T̶h̶e̶ ̴P̷o̴r̸t̵a̶l̴ ̵d̷i̸d̴n̷'̶t̶ ̵f̸u̵l̷l̸y̴ ̴w̸o̸r̴k̷.̵ ̵S̷p̶a̵c̵e̷ ̶a̷n̴d̶ ̸T̸i̵m̵e̴ ̸f̵r̸o̴m̶ ̸D̸e̴s̵p̵o̸n̴d̶o̴s̸ ̵a̸r̷e̷ ̵f̸l̷o̸w̵i̶n̵g̸ ̵i̵n̴t̶o̷ ̷a̸n̶ ̴e̵m̸p̸t̸y̶ ̵p̸o̴r̶t̵a̶l̴.̴ ̴W̴h̶e̶n̵ ̴i̵t̸ ̴r̷u̸n̵s̴ ̸o̸u̷t̷ ̷o̵f̷ ̵t̶h̷o̵s̴e̴,̴ ̶E̶t̶h̷e̵r̴i̵a̴ ̶w̶i̵l̵l̶ ̸c̷e̵a̵s̸e̵ ̵t̸o̵ ̷e̴x̷i̴s̵t̴.̸ ̶Y̴o̸u̸ ̵m̴u̶s̸t̶ ̶s̷t̴o̴p̷ ̶i̴t̴.̶ ̵O̶t̷h̵e̴r̴w̵i̶s̷e̵,̶ ̴y̴o̸u̵r̴ ̸s̸t̷o̸r̴y̵ ̸e̴n̷d̷s̷ ̸h̷e̴r̴e̶.̴

̶O̶b̶j̶e̵c̵t̵i̵v̷e̷:̸ ̷C̷l̶o̴s̴e̷ ̵t̶h̷e̴ ̵P̶o̷r̴t̴a̷l̷

̴H̶i̶d̸d̴e̸n̸ ̸O̷b̴j̶e̶c̸t̶i̷v̸e̶:̷ ̸?̸?̵?̷

̴R̶e̷w̶a̸r̶d̴s̵:̴ ̴5̴0̸,̶0̵0̵0̷ ̵E̴X̶P̵,̸ ̸2̶ ̶t̵r̴a̴i̷t̴ ̴u̴p̵g̵r̴a̷d̶e̸ ̵p̴o̸i̶n̴t̶s̸,̴ ̵F̵i̵x̶e̷d̴ ̸R̵e̶a̸l̵i̶t̶y̷ ̵|̶ ̷?̴?̶?̴,̴ ̸?̸?̴?̷,̸ ̷?̴?̵?̴,̸ ̵?̷?̷?̵,̶ ̸?̴?̸?̷,̶ ̴?̷?̸?̴

̶F̶a̶i̵l̷u̸r̶e̷:̸ ̵E̶t̴h̸e̸r̸i̴a̵ ̴i̸s̷ ̴r̴e̶m̷o̵v̷e̵d̵ ̵f̴r̶o̶m̷ ̶e̴x̸i̴s̸t̷e̸n̴c̷e̴,̴ ̷G̷a̶m̴e̷ ̷O̷v̵e̷r̵

…

If T̵̅ͅi̶͔̔g̵̢̎r̵͑͜à̷̱ Py'ra's head was pounding, this felt like something slammed a hammer into her skull.

"Fuck." She cursed. "Forget medicine, I'll need a magical healer. Why is it happening so frequently now?"

"Because your memories have been messed with." The Magicat woman informed, taking another step forward.

Py'ra took a step back unconsciously.

She watched as a figure with long black hair in a red cloak while wearing some kind of face mask held their hands around Blonde's head as red lightning crackled in between them. It felt wrong on a level she couldn't understand. As if something horribly wrong was about to happen.

Py'ra took another step while holding her head.

"Hordak opened a Portal and now Reality is closing."

A hologram pleading to anyone listening to not attempt to open a Portal. It would lead to the end of Etheria.

A sword floating in the middle of a machine before a large amount of pink light shined outward. Before she felt pain she couldn't even describe.

Py'ra's fangs were now out as she gritted her teeth.

"Catra said-"

The Magicat Woman was laughing with a high pitch, almost like a squeak, laugh that made her chest feel light. That made her feel happy and want to hear that sound as often as she could.

"-Entrapta built a failsafe."

A small woman with large purple hair that they were moving around with suddenly appeared in her face, asking if she could study T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra's DNA.

T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra held a hand against the wall to steady herself as the pain only kept increasing. She could hardly think at this point, only being able to focus on the pain. Yet, somehow, she could hear them talking clear as day.

"You grew up with us in the Horde." Catra spoke up.

Two little versions of the women in front of her were by her side as they seemed to be running away from something, all the while laughing as they ran through gray hallways.

"No!" Py'ra denied, shaking her head. "I…I grew up in Half Moon!"

Unknown faces ran by her as she was being picked up after school by Silva. Rey and Vi'ra being out on a job. They talked about how each of their days were, with Py'ra proclaiming that classes were too easy. At which point, Silva suggested getting more training from Rey and Vi'ra when they were around if she wanted something more challenging.

"I…I was raised by my Mums!"

The four of them laughed as they sat at their dining table eating. All of them with wide smiles. Silva saying something that had Vi'ra sputtering and trying to deny whatever story Sliva was telling her about their early days while Rey was full on laughing. Mom and Ma had always told her that she got her laugh from Rey.

The other four people in the room inhaled.

Two of them finally understood why it was taking so much more effort to convince her about what they were saying.

"They…they trained me with fire magic and how to fight without magic." Py'ra gasped out.

...

Vi'ra congratulating her on mastering Fire Fists while Rey held a wooden sword to teach her swordplay after her magic lessons.

A small magicat child sitting in a dark gray and green room, sitting on a bed as 5 little orange flames appeared over her finger tips. An older version learning swordplay more from figuring out what didn't work more than what did before finding a General to properly learn under.

...

"We have game night every week."

...

Rey lay on the ground with her arm over her eyes, having been eliminated from the game within the first 5 turns. Silva threw in the towel after T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra and Vi'ra double teamed against her in the game. Py'ra admitting defeat after a series of bad rolls in her favor.

Going through reports while simultaneously beating a large Scorpioni woman in what seemed to be a naval simulation game after getting rid of her last ship. Yet the Scorpioni took the loss with a smile.

...

"We…we would help the soldiers train." Py'ra's voice was growing more and more weak as the headaches kept increasing.

...

Most of the soldiers were listening to Rey instruct them in what she knew from her time as a fighter. Some would challenge Py'ra, who would agree as she held back on any spells that would help, seeing it as a chance to actually test her combat skills. While at the same time, creating a sense of pride in her at being treated as a soldier and not a dainty Princess.

She looked around her class filled with those that wanted to get faster and stronger. One student stood out with red hair and eyes that even signed up for her magical class. She never figured that she may end up teaching someone who she told to keep improving. Even if she herself wouldn't have been improving in such leaps and bounds, she can't say for certain that she wouldn't continue teaching. It just felt...right.

...

"They…they wouldn't have abandoned me to the Horde." It came out as a whisper.

Yet, due to the pain, she missed the four of them realizing what was happening as she didn't comment on not knowing what the Horde was, seeing as the Horde had been erased from the minds of everyone on Etheria due to it falling into the light.

...

The large family sat around the room as Py'ra held her present that Uncle Lu'ke had wrapped as an apology since he wouldn't be able to make it to her graduation, seeing as he would be away from Half Moon at the time. So he told her that he'd make up for it by putting more effort into her birthday gift.

Sydia was next to her, trying to see what the gift could have been, likely wondering what she could do to outdo his gift. While the two of them never spoke it, they had a small competition of trying to outdo the gifts they gave each other while trying to outdo everyone else.

Rey and Vi'ra were sitting in their loveseat, just watching her with smiles. Vi'ra had her head resting in the crook of Rey's neck while Rey slightly rested her head on top of Vi'ra's head. Rey had gifted her a new set of blue armor similar to hers, which included fingerless gauntlets so she could still use her claws, a breastplate, and shoulder guards. Vi'ra had gifted her with her old but reliable daggers: Shadow Piercers. She worked with Rey and now they could be shot out from her armor into her hands with a quick flick.

Queen Seline was speaking with Nari about something, but even she seemed to have dropped her 'Royal' attitude, seeing as no one besides family is allowed at this event. She had given Py'ra a book that focused more on Shadow Spells with a few Fire Spells sprinkled throughout. Nari had even given her a set of boots that shouldn't need repairing or replacing for years, even with the amount of running their family does. It was also open toed as Magicat's never felt right unless their hands and feet could feel the air.

Silva and Luna were talking about needing some kind of new hobby to have, seeing as they were going to have a large amount of 'me time' as their children will be doing their own things soon. Silva had gifted her with a book that contained all of her Lightning Spells, which wasn't much but would be enough to learn up to Lightning Armor and a few weapons, seeing as Silva focused on Hunting instead of Fighting or Magic.

Luna had gifted her a silver katana named Crescent that had the ancient Magicat Language scrawled along the blade that she told would ensure that the Moons of Etheria would help protect her from running out of magic when she truly needs it. The inscription read: 'Andra will protect her child while in her arms.' Which were many as Andra had 6 pair of arms, one for each Moon orbiting Etheria. Essentially saying that Andra - The Goddess of Moons and Protection and Wife of Rao - would do all she could to protect the one carrying a blade in her name, so long as used to protect those as she herself would. To make it better, Luna taught her a unique spell called Store.

Py'ra was just happy to be able to spend the day with her family. Sure, the gifts were nice, but she rarely saw everyone in one place. Nari is usually busy with work, Seline runs a Kingdom, Vi'ra has been teaching, Lu'ke is out doing missions with other Kingdoms, Sydia has royal tutors, Silva mainly helped raised her, Rey is teaching the soldiers, and Luna has to learn as much as she can about their kingdom in the scenario she suddenly becomes Queen.

...

Vi'ra looked down at her, showing few signs that she had been running for hours straight. She poked a claw forward as a light started to shine from it.

"Find your family and love them more than anything. Goodbye, Py'ra."

Before all she saw was light.

—

"Vi, you don't have to do this alone." Rey's voice sounded desperate. Something Py'ra had heard very few times from her.

'Just, take care of Silva, will you? I don't know when the next time you two will see us, but I hope it will not be longer than a year.' Vi'ra pleaded.

—

Py'ra was surrounded by 3 humans -Blonde, A brown haired woman, and a skinny male, a green lizardfolk, and Catra.

"Happy birthday to you three." Brown haired woman told. "Don't get a big head about turning 17. We'll be right behind you within 3 months."

"Like we could. We'll be dragging you with us, Lonnie ." Catra gripped.

From there, banter started flowing around until Catra was making fun with the skinny male and green lizardfolk. Then Blonde was wrestling with Lonnie on the ground over something they said.

T̴̞̒ḭ̶̈́g̶̼̐ŕ̵̦ą̷́ Py'ra smiled with a thought.

'I found them Mom. I found my family.'

...

N̸e̷w̴ ̶S̵p̵e̷l̴l̶ ̸L̶e̴a̸r̸n̸e̸d̸!̶

̷[̵S̶t̸o̷r̸e̸ ̴L̶V̴ ̵1̶ ̷-̶ ̷Y̵o̶u̵ ̸c̶a̶n̴ ̶s̵t̶o̷r̴e̷ ̸3̶ ̷+̴ ̷L̴V̶/̶2̴5̷ ̸i̶t̵e̸m̸s̴ ̶i̸n̴ ̸a̶ ̶p̴o̷c̸k̶e̶t̷ ̸s̶p̶a̷c̴e̷.̸ ̴M̷P̶:̴ ̸1̵0̴0̴ ̷t̶o̷ ̵s̶t̸o̷r̶e̷ ̸a̵n̴d̶ ̴r̸e̷m̷o̶v̷e̸ ̷f̶r̴o̵m̶ ̷s̸p̴a̶c̴e̵.̶ ̵C̴u̶r̶r̶e̶n̷t̵ ̶I̵t̸e̴m̷s̵:̶ ̶C̷r̸e̵s̸c̸e̵n̸t̴,̴ ̸S̶i̵l̴v̵a̶'̶s̴ ̴S̵p̸e̴l̵l̶b̴o̶o̸k̵,̷ ̷Q̸u̵e̵e̶n̶ ̷S̵e̷l̸i̶n̴e̷'̶s̷ ̶S̵p̵e̶l̷l̷b̵o̸o̵k̶]̸

̶Q̵u̸e̶s̶t̴ ̴U̴p̶d̶a̴t̵e̵d̶!̶

̵F̴a̵m̶i̵l̸y̴ ̸K̷n̴o̴w̸l̷e̴d̴g̵e̸

̵O̴b̸j̵e̷c̵t̵i̶v̵e̴:̵ ̸M̵a̴s̴t̴e̶r̴ ̵a̶l̵l̶ ̸o̸f̷ ̵t̷h̶e̷ ̶s̷p̷e̷l̶l̵s̷ ̶i̶n̴ ̵t̷h̷e̷ ̶b̶o̴o̴k̶ ̸f̷r̵o̴m̴ ̶V̶i̷'̵r̵a̵ ̴[̵2̶/̶9̷]̴

̷B̸o̸n̵u̵s̴ ̸O̷b̸j̸e̶c̷t̶i̶v̶e̵:̴ ̸M̸a̵s̸t̸e̴r̴ ̸a̵l̷l̴ ̵o̵f̵ ̶t̵h̵e̸ ̸s̵p̵e̸l̵l̷s̸ ̸i̵n̵ ̵t̸h̴e̷ ̸b̵o̸o̶k̵ ̵f̴r̸o̵m̶ ̷R̴e̸y̴ ̸[̶4̴/̵1̵4̶]̵

̴B̵o̴n̵u̴s̶ ̶O̵b̸j̷e̶c̵t̴i̸v̶e̶:̴ ̵M̵a̵s̶t̷e̵r̵ ̷a̶l̵l̷ ̶o̸f̷ ̴t̶h̵e̴ ̴s̸p̷e̶l̶l̵s̴ ̸i̵n̸ ̶t̷h̴e̷ ̶b̴o̶o̶k̴ ̷f̶r̸o̴m̴ ̷S̵i̵l̴v̴a̵ ̶[̵5̷/̵2̶2̶]̴

̴B̴o̸n̵u̸s̶ ̶O̶b̷j̵e̶c̵t̷i̴v̵e̵:̴ ̶M̴a̷s̷t̴e̴r̵ ̵a̴l̸l̶ ̴o̵f̴ ̶t̶h̵e̵ ̶s̶p̷e̵l̷l̶s̶ ̵t̴h̶a̸t̴ ̴Q̵u̴e̷e̵n̴ ̵S̸e̷l̷i̴n̶e̶ ̸g̴a̸v̸e̴ ̸y̶o̶u̶ ̵[̴2̵/̸1̵9̵]̸

̷R̶e̴w̵a̷r̶d̸:̸ ̷S̵p̵e̸l̶l̷b̶o̵o̸k̵'̶s̴ ̷x̸2̵ ̴m̸u̶l̵t̸i̴p̴l̴i̷e̸r̸ ̶i̸n̸c̷r̵e̶a̷s̴e̶s̵ ̸t̸o̷ ̷x̵4̸ ̸f̴o̶r̶ ̸a̵l̸l̵ ̸b̵o̸o̴k̶s̸,̵ ̴i̷n̶c̵r̶e̴a̴s̶e̷s̸ ̸t̴e̴a̸c̶h̴i̶n̶g̶ ̵m̷u̴l̶t̷i̵p̷l̵i̸e̸r̵ ̷f̸r̷o̴m̷ ̷x̶5̵ ̴t̵o̴ ̸x̷1̴0̶ ̴|̵ ̶i̸n̶c̷r̵e̷a̴s̷e̸s̷ ̶S̷p̶e̷l̸l̶b̶o̴o̸k̶ ̵m̶u̸l̶t̶i̶p̷l̷i̸e̸r̵ ̵b̸y̴ ̴2̸ ̴a̷n̶d̵ ̵i̸n̷c̷r̵e̵a̴s̸e̷s̶ ̶t̶e̵a̶c̷h̷i̷n̶g̵ ̸m̸u̵l̶t̴i̵p̷l̵i̶e̷r̵ ̷b̴y̴ ̷5̴ ̷p̵e̴r̷ ̷B̵o̸n̶u̷s̶ ̸O̵b̴j̸e̷c̶t̴i̸v̶e̷ ̶C̵o̴m̵p̸l̶e̴t̴e̸d̸

...

Py'ra crouched down as her eyes furrowed as hard as they could while she could swear she was hearing her own blood moving around now. The pain had gone from a hammer to an ice pick to the back and front of her head.

"Please listen to us," Catra pleaded. "We don't have much time left!"

...

Tigra's body was in between B̷̘̈́l̷̦̔o̸̰͝n̶̡̛d̶̫͛e̷͕͝ Adora's body on the right with a thin pillow in between them in case Adora started jerking her fists forward and into her side.

On her left lay the M̶̙͝a̶̘̿g̵͎̈́i̶̹͐c̸̟̋ȧ̴̬t̸̡̍ ̸͇͝W̸̡͂ö̵̖́m̴̭̓a̸̤̎n̴͆ͅ Catra, who had wrapped her arms, legs, and tail around her side and burrowed her head into the underside of her head, between her neck and shoulder with a light purr rumbling through her.

While she was the only one awake, P̸͙̂ŷ̷͜'̷̯̈́ŕ̵͚á̶͖ Tigra's only whispered four words that she knew she would never be able to change.

"I love you girls."

She closed her eyes.

...

Py'ra's eyes shot open.

She grinned as she finished first in the Academy exercise before meeting Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio; the three other people who would be on her Squadron.

She smirked as she graduated 2nd best of the Academy, only behind Adora by choice.

Screaming as red electricity swam through her entire body, knowing the Weaver may decide to change her mind and just end her.

Running around the Fright Zone with the only goal to become fast enough to never be struck in combat.

Holding her chest as she stares at a 7'-8' tall woman wielding a blade.

Being granted the rank of Force Captain after being the only one to deal damage to the newest Princess.

Meeting the woman again in Plumeria and having one punch dislocate her shoulder.

Taking the town of Geotan while against 2:1 odds and only losing 10 soldiers.

Learning about Armor Spells and just how much Fire Armor would help her.

Taking Terra by herself in the middle of the night.

Finding someone faster than her named Bolt, who claimed to be able to move 4x as fast as her fastest with ease.

Running even more with the goal of being faster than Bolt.

Helping capture Glimmer and Bow at the Prom.

Meeting Entrapta.

Breaking Shadow Weaver's kneecap after she and Catra took her down.

Tearing through the soldiers at Brightmoon.

Defeating Bolt after being stabbed through the chest by three lightning claws.

Teaching her own batch of students and figuring out how to become stronger quickly.

Finding out they have a spy in Tyde after the enemies responded much too quickly to their assault.

Running as fast as her body can to rescue Catra before they reach Brightmoon.

Taking a leap of faith and telling Catra that she Chooses her above anyone else.

Traveling to a destroyed Half Moon due to a Runestone being activated.

Attuning with the Runestone and becoming the Princess of Fire and becoming Lava Proof.

Going to the Northern Reach where she experienced her first real death.

Being ordered to capture/eliminate the spy she found out about from Tyde, while also eliminating Fraea of the Elementalists.

Hordak betrays her trust by lying about someone she befriended being a spy.

Being sent on a death mission to the Crimson Waste.

Taking over a Gang and Bonding with a young Basilisk she named Draeka.

Finding the ship where there's a hologram of the previous She-ra, warning not to open a Portal.

Believing that Mara was likely just warning them about an enemy from 1000 years ago.

Hordak activated a Portal, which did something to her Power.

Py'ra fell to the ground as she breathed in and out quickly. Her fur spiked all the way up and her muscles were tense, seeing as her claws were fully out, as if she expected to be attacked by anyone from anywhere. While none of them could likely see it, her pupil was fully dilated. If she looked up, they would barely be able to make out the edges of her golden scleras.

Adora takes a step forward before stopping, a moment before Catra would have grabbed her arm.

Both of them seemed aware that whoever was in front of them, would likely only see them as a threat if they got close enough.

As the seconds go by, the four of them notice that her fur is slowly going back down until they notice that her claws have gone back in.

Py'ra looked up and focused on Adora and Catra, her eyes widening slightly, as if she recognized them.

"Girls?" Tigra's voice was barely a whisper.

Tigra did recognize them.